That's right.
Brrrrr! How did this
happen? A couple of weeks ago it was hot outside. Then the following week it only
appeared to be hot outside from the view of my bedroom or office window - it was that sunny/cold combination that I can't stand because it's so indecisive and deceiving. And now, the Rainy Season is upon us.
For those that don't live around the lower west coast of British Columbia, Canada, like me, we have a fifth extra season here called The Rainy Season, that typically stretches for about six months of the year, sometimes longer. Anyone who lives here knows it's going to happen every year, the same as it did the year before that and the year before that. And even though prior to The Rainy Season starting we had a streak of about 75 days of uninterrupted really nice weather this year, we still reserve the right to complain as soon as The Rainy Season hits. And complaining is what most people do, except...me. Call me a freak, but I like when it rains, and I always have. Especially when I am indoors, with a good book or an even better reality TV episode, The Hubby, a nice glass of wine or cup of tea, and a soup, chili, stew, or something else from the crock pot. I guess I was born in the right part of the world, because Raincouver (obviously an incredibly smart and very, very funny play on words) is the nickname bestowed upon Vancouver, where I live close to, and as Canada's third most rainy city, we get an average of 161 days and 1200 mm of rain per year
One good thing about this cold, rainy weather that we are having is that it means that I can more than likely convince The Hubby that it's a good idea for me to purchase new boots and a new warm jacket, because, "winter is just around the corner!!" (Update: since writing this I bought 1) new boots, 2) a new warm jacket, a 3) a 'few' other things that I
needed).